Page 38 of Before the Storm
He rolled her yoga pants over her hips and down her legs.
Her breath hitched.
“Are you okay?”
“Yup,” she said, staring at the ceiling, gripping the sheets.
His conscience tugged at his heart.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if you?—”
“I want to experience this, so please just stop asking me.” She sat up and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to her waist. Quickly, she cupped her perfect round breasts.
He leaned in and kissed her neck, dotting more kisses, and moved down, pushing her hands away until he found her nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
Grabbing his head, she groaned.
That was a good sign.
He pinched and twisted the other one. She was so beautiful. And so sweet. She was like no one he’d ever met and he wanted desperately to hear his name rolling off her tongue in the throes of passion.
Pushing her back on the mattress, he removed the rest of her clothing, sliding his hand between her legs.
Immediately, she tensed and then relaxed as he dipped a finger inside while rolling her nipple around with his tongue.
He couldn’t hold out. He needed to taste her. To savor her. He scooted to the edge of the bed, resting her legs over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” She lifted her head and stared at him with wide eyes.
Could she actually be this naive?
“If you don’t like this, I’ll stop. But I believe you will.”
She nodded.
He licked the inside of her thigh. Her gaze never left his and he realized she might not stop watching.
That was up to her.
He fingered her again and again. Then licked his fingers, getting a good taste. Jesus, she was delicious. It was like diving into his favorite desert, strawberries and whipped cream drizzled with chocolate.
He flicked his tongue over her hard nub.
“Oh my God.” Her hips jerked upward and she clutched her breasts.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she said between pants. “Please don’t stop.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He settled between her legs, doing his best to take things slow, but she wiggled against his mouth and moaned loudly.
Seconds later, her body quivered.
And quivered again.
Her thighs pinned his head for a long moment before she dropped them to the sides.
He palmed her, gauging whether or not she might be able to do that again. Sliding in two fingers, she rolled her hips against his hand.
